"Hu~~~Hu~~~"

The wild wind rushed back and forth in the wilderness, disturbing the grass and trees in the wilderness and making them sway their heads constantly.

After walking back more than a mile along the same path, Guinevere could no longer see her companions behind her.

She stopped under a big tree and sat down on the ground, leaning against the trunk.

The ground was rough and she was only wearing a thin linen cloak. The gravel and weeds poked her buttocks, causing her body to feel very uncomfortable.

Compared to her previous days as the Hand of Dawn, the current situation was extremely bad, but she did not have the slightest regret in her heart.

Although he had abundant material resources and a high status in the past, he was never at peace in his heart.

Every moment is filled with negative emotions such as fear, confusion, regret, etc., but now, although the external conditions have dropped to the lowest point, my heart has gained real peace.

She knows very clearly what goal she is pursuing and is willing to give everything she has for it.

So there was no more fear in my heart.

However, to be precise, it is still a little regrettable.

“I don’t know if the world will ever get better. Even if it does get better in the future, I won’t be able to see it.”

But this regret soon dissipated.

"It's highly likely that things won't get better, and will only get worse. I've already left this world, so I don't have to worry about my soul being polluted by those filthy things."

She is a 14th-ring wizard. Although she has no magical weapon with her, her magic is profound. The only regret is that time is too tight and her magic power has only recovered less than half.

But it's enough to cast some spells.

As soon as she thought about it, she cast three spells in succession: 'Wall of Thorns', 'Dormant Flame', and 'Triggering Explosive Force Field'. All of them were defensive counterattack spells with area effects, and they were infused with as much mana as possible.

After casting three spells, the limited magic power in his body was completely exhausted.

Gwenevel waited patiently for the Shadow Assassin to arrive.

She knew that this wouldn't attract all the shadow assassins.

But even if you attract just one, you can reduce the danger for your fellow brothers in the Brotherhood.

Time passed by minute by minute, the wild wind was blowing in the wilderness, and the birds and animals hiding in the grass and trees would occasionally run out to join in the fun.

But the Shadow Assassin never showed up.

Before the assassin arrived, Guinevere herself could no longer hold on.

She was imprisoned for a month and suffered various tortures every day, with scars all over her body.

Because of his strong vitality, most of the injuries he suffered in the early stages have been healed, but as his vitality continues to decrease, the healing speed of later injuries has slowed down significantly.

I felt a burning pain between my legs, and my legs were wet, as if liquid was constantly flowing out.

When he lifted the cloak and took a look, he saw a pool of bright red blood.

This was the injury suffered by Dawn's Eye Executioner Kager before his death, and it was also the most serious injury on his body.

After taking a quick look at the injury, she put her cloak back on.

Her magic power has been exhausted and she is ready to die, so this injury is not important at all.

But the great physical pain made her very anxious.

"Are these shadow assassins lame? Why aren't they coming over yet?"

Just then, a strange gentle voice came into her ears: "Ma'am, they can't come."

"Who? Who's talking?"

Guinevere's spirit was startled, and the anxiety on her face disappeared instantly. Her pair of deep blue eyes looked around for the source of the voice, filled with cold murderous intent.

Soon, she saw her target.

A tall young man, with a tall and full figure, strong features, and gentle eyes with a hint of tenacity.

This is completely different from the temperament of the members of the Eye of Dawn, and they are more like members of a fraternity.

But this man also exudes an aura of power as deep as the ocean.

Gweneville had never seen such an aura in anyone else, not even the senior consultant from Moon City.

"Who are you?"

Guinevere's hostility subsided a little, but she still looked alert.

Rosen ignored the defensive spells set up by the other party and walked straight in.

When he reached Guinevere's side, he looked down at the woman in distress.

He looks very haggard, but his eyes are very firm. His soul has 14 rings, which is not particularly strong, but extremely pure. He is not like most people in the abyss, who are mixed with a lot of negative emotions and desires.

"You are seriously injured."

He answered the irrelevant question.

Gweneville unknowingly entered Rosen's context and nodded subconsciously.

"They tortured me for a whole month. It would be strange if I was still intact."

Rosen nodded, raised his hand naturally, and gently stroked the scratch on his fair forehead.

Guinevere subconsciously wanted to step back, but she finally held back.

The expected stinging pain did not come, but was replaced by a comfortable tingling sensation that occurred when an injury healed, accompanied by a faint warmth.

After the other party withdrew his hand, she immediately raised her hand to check the injury on her forehead, and found that not only the stinging pain was gone, but the wound was also completely healed, without even a scar left.

She also knows healing skills and can heal wounds within just a few hours, but for her to be able to completely heal the wound with just a wave of her hand, and without feeling any pain during the healing process, it was like a miracle.

"Who are you?" she asked again, unconsciously using the honorific.

Rosen didn't say anything, but continued to move his hand down and touched the wound on the other person's neck.

The scars were deep marks of strangulation, purple in color, and with a large number of small sharp holes visible. It was obviously a form of torture in which the neck was strangled with thorns.

He gently stroked the scar, restoring it to its white and smooth state, and at the same time Rosen spoke again.

"You should have guessed it in your mind, and I would say that you are right."

Guinevere raised her hand again and touched the scar on her neck, with deep shock in her deep blue eyes.

"Are you Rosen, the Sun God of War?"

Rosen nodded, raised his hand and gently lifted the cloak, intending to treat the whip marks on his back that were as dense as spider webs.

But this time, the other party refused and wrapped his cloak tightly: "Sir, I don't need your pity!"

Rosen did not insist and withdrew his hand: "I want to correct your mistakes. I help you not out of pity, nor to gain loyal followers, but to gain allies."

"No, the term ally is not accurate enough. We should call them companions with the same aspirations, or 'comrades' for short, or brothers and sisters."

Guinevere was shocked when she heard this: "Companions with the same aspirations. Do powerful people like you also need companions?"

Rosen took a step to the side and sat on the mud next to Gwenevere.

"Compared to ordinary people, I do have greater power and more profound knowledge."

"But compared to the Moon City above us, or even the entire starry sky above us, all life in the world is insignificant and humble."

"As a humble life that wants to change the world, the only way is to find a group of companions with the same ideals and condense the insignificant drops of water into rivers and seas."

Gwenaville understood, and her resistance was alleviated a lot.

"I'm curious, who are you? Where are you from?"

Rosen smiled and said, "My real name is Rosen, my full name is Rosen Saxon. I come from a plane outside the abyss. We call this place the Painful Abyss. Have you heard of this term?"

Guinevere nodded: "I have heard of it. From time to time, some unlucky people would enter this damn place and bring some information from other planes. So, which plane are you from?"

"The natural plane."

“Never heard of it.”

"It was previously called the Druitan Plane."

"I've heard of that. Then why did the plane change its name?"

"Because I gathered the power of countless mortals, created a powerful empire, and completely defeated Druitan."

At this point, Rosen added: "It's called the Natural Empire, and I am the first emperor of this empire."

Guinevere was surprised: "As an emperor, why did you come to the Abyss of Pain? Aren't you afraid that you can't go back?"

"Of course I am."

"In order to return to my empire, I will do my best to defeat Moon City. This is also the fundamental purpose of my coming to the Abyss of Pain."

Gwenaville was even more surprised: "Why do you want to defeat Moon City?"

"The reasons behind this are very complicated, and I don't want to lie to you."

"I can only say that this matter involves the gods of another world, the rebellion of the nightmare tyrant Antowanji, and the future strategy of the Nature Empire. It will be difficult to explain it in a short time."

"I think you should be able to understand the complexity of national interests, right?"

Guinevere nodded in approval.

Rosen continued, "Apart from the consideration of national interests, based on my personal sentiments, I am also deeply touched by the depravity of Moon City and extremely shocked by the chaos and disorder in the abyss of pain."

Gwennawen's attention was attracted by Rosen's description of the empire, and a hint of longing appeared on her face.

"Is your empire really so rich?"

Rosen didn't say anything, but just raised his hand and pointed at the air in front of the other person.

A clear water mirror appeared in the air, showing the daily scene of an ordinary village.

The village is still under construction and renovation, and it looks bustling with activity. The villagers walking on the road have ruddy complexions, loud voices, smiles on their faces, strong bodies, and a healthy and high-spirited state of mind.

"The empire is developing rapidly, and this is just a remote mountain village."

“And of course, there are big cities.”

As he spoke, the scene switched to Dawn City: "This is a coastal metropolis in the empire, with a permanent population of about 5 million, and it is still increasing rapidly."

Gweneville looked at it carefully, and the longing on her face became more and more intense.

"The Abyss of Pain used to look like this, and was even more prosperous than the picture you showed. But after the war, everything changed."

Her face was full of disappointment.

Rosen nodded: "You are right. The former Eternal Empire was the most powerful high-energy empire in our Solar Star Realm, and my empire has just started in the high-energy field."

Guinevere showed deep envy on her face: "We are just getting started. Oh~~ This is the best time for an empire. There are new changes every day, and everyone is full of longing for the future!"

Upon hearing this, Rosen knew that this woman was a very knowledgeable person and was worth his attention.

He put away the water mirror and said gently, "Madam, if I invite you to be my companion, will you agree?"

These words brought Guinevere back to her senses.

She regained her composure and turned to stare at Rosen: "But you said that you are the Sun God of War, a true god, and I do feel an extremely powerful aura, perhaps even more powerful than the Queen of Moon City."

"But you just said that your empire has just started in the high-energy field."

"This is obviously contradictory. How do you explain it?"

Rosen did not hide it and whispered: "Due to some coincidences, I gained great power beyond the 23rd ring, and this is also the greatest confidence for me to dare to rush to the abyss of pain."

Gwenaville was shocked: "How is it possible to have a power beyond the 23rd ring?"

Rosen smiled and said, "It's possible."

"I see myself as a pioneer, and I also deeply feel that even though I have the power to surpass the 23rd ring, I am still weak, so I still need as many companions as possible."

Guinevere became somewhat alert: "Companions? I think they are servants?"

Rosen refuted seriously: "It's companions, because I not only need the help of my companions, I will also help as many talented mortals as possible to gain power beyond the 23rd ring."

"Because my ultimate goal is to build a glorious kingdom of God established by countless true gods in the Sun God Ring!"

These words shocked Guinevere violently, and she immediately asked, "Why?"

"Because someone told me that the ultimate fate of the world is annihilation and nothingness, so all efforts are meaningless."

"I don't believe it."

"I believe that with the unremitting efforts of countless wise men over countless years, we will definitely be able to break this ultimate fate."

“Even if the world in the future is really destroyed, we can rebuild a new world from the ruins.”

"Just like now, even if the order of the Eternal Empire has almost completely collapsed, as long as the will is not extinguished, it will surely be able to rebuild its glory from the ruins."

These words were quite profound, and Guinevere didn't quite understand them, but that didn't stop her from feeling Rosen's grand spirit.

The fact that the other party was obviously the emperor of the empire, but he personally ventured into the abyss of pain, made her clearly feel the huge difference between him and those hypocritical politicians in Moon City.

What those politicians like to do most is to sit in a slightly warm and comfortable position and decide the fate of countless mortals by talking.

Not to mention asking them to risk their lives, even going to the field to conduct practical investigations would be absolutely impossible because the mud would dirty their boots.

Rosen felt that the time was right, so he said, "The pain in your body will affect your judgment. Let me heal your injuries so that you can think more attentively."

As he spoke, he once again lifted the woman's cloak from behind, reached out to cover the whip marks on her back, and began to treat them one by one.

At this moment, Guinevere did not refuse and allowed Rosen to treat her injuries: "Your Majesty, why do you value me?"

“I value everyone who shares my ideals.”

"What if someone disagrees with you?"

“The world is complex and differences are bound to exist. As long as we share the same ideals, differences can be resolved through negotiation.”

As he spoke, he gently turned the man's body so that his back was facing him, then put his hands under his armpits to treat the wound on his chest. The latter felt a little uncomfortable and his body stiffened for a moment, but he ultimately did not resist.

"Your Majesty, I. Your Majesty, no, there is no need to treat this place for the time being."

Rosen smiled, put the cloak on her again, then reached a hand through the gap in the cloak and gently pressed on the most serious wound on her body.

The latter's body instantly tensed, his heartbeat violently, and his breathing stopped.

Rosen calmly soothed him: "Before I became the emperor, I was a very professional doctor. I have extremely advanced medical skills and have seen all kinds of strange injuries."

"So, don't be shy, ma'am."

Guinevere had experienced the most brutal torture, and of course she was not a hypocritical person, so she quickly relaxed her body: "Your Majesty's medical skills are indeed superb, but...do you have to put your fingers in as well?"

Rosen nodded: "Because your internal organs have also been seriously injured, relax and don't be nervous."

About a quarter of an hour later, he pulled his hand out of the cloak, then formed a ball of clear water and began to clear the blood on his hand.

"Ma'am, I have cleared out the shadow assassins that were chasing you, and your injuries have fully healed. You can now go and join your fellow members of the Longshan Brotherhood."

"Think carefully and don't rush to give me an answer, because what I need is a true companion, not a follower out of gratitude or forced by the situation."

He then took out food and water, as well as some leather armor and underwear that didn't quite fit him, from the treasure house of time and space: "These are all I have on me right now, you can wear whatever you want."

Then he stood up and was about to leave.

Just as he stood up and took a step, he heard Guinevere's voice: "Wait!"

She stood up, stared at Rosen again, and said word by word: "No need to think about it, because I have figured it out."

“I would like to follow in your footsteps.”

Rosen corrected: "No, it's not following, it's fighting side by side."

Guinevere shook her head: "No, Your Majesty, I am not qualified to fight alongside you. I know myself well enough."

"I know very well that my wisdom, my will, and my strength are far inferior to yours. I can only stand behind you and support your cause."

"Have you thought it through?"

Guinevere nodded vigorously: "I have thought it through very clearly, Your Majesty Rosen, the Sun God of War!"

Following these words, her soul seemed to have crossed a certain boundary, and instantly established a strong soul connection with Rosen.

At the same time, a large amount of source energy flowed into Rosen's divine fire along this connection.

The amount of source essence was very large, almost five times more than what Oriande had provided before, and these source essences did not escape, and almost completely remained in Rosen's soul.

Rosen experienced this process carefully, and an epiphany emerged in his mind.

"Oh~ The reason why the source essence gathers is not because of the followers' beliefs, but because of the resonance of ideas!"

In other words, when two lives with the same ideals establish a connection between their souls, the essence deep within their souls will automatically converge towards the strongest soul.

With this realization, Rosen immediately understood how to condense the divine nature.

"First of all, the Godhead is formed by the condensation of ideas. If I want to condense the Godhead, I must first understand what kind of God I want to be."

Rosen already has a very clear idea about this.

"My ultimate ideal is to break the ultimate fate of the world. Therefore, my core godhood is to 'create the world'!"

"But the concept of creation is too grand. Once this is revealed, we will be completely on the opposite side of the Goddess of Annihilation. Therefore, this core needs to be covered with a few layers of shells to avoid being too glaring."

"The first shell is 'fighting'. Fight to change your destiny, fight for a better world."

"The second shell is the 'sun'. The sun shines on the world, dispels darkness, and warms the world."

Therefore, it is a very good idea to use the Sun God of War as a disguise to soften the conflict.

The Creator Godhead is the real core. Whenever one reaches the crossroads of fate, this core is the highest standard for judging the path forward.

After figuring it out, Rosen felt grateful to Gwenevere.

He turned around and gave the resolute woman a big hug: "Ms. Deng Bo, I hope I can never change my original intention and never let you down."

Gweneville was even more shocked when she heard this. She once again deeply felt the difference of the strong man in front of her.

She couldn't help but feel excited, and said in a concentrated voice: "Great God of War, I hope you can be like the real sun and always guide my steps."

As she spoke these words, almost all the essence in the depths of her soul flowed toward Rosen, and almost completely remained in Rosen's soul.

In other words, this determined woman placed all her ideals for the future on Rosen.

Rosen understood it completely: "The true god's godhood is similar to the emperor's throne, but it does not completely belong to the true god."

“If a true god loses his status, his godhood will collapse, and his essence will drift away from him.”

Therefore, the greatness of God lies not only in the number of core believers he gathers, but also in the philosophy he upholds.

(End of this chapter)